I Run From Earth That's Dry and Mortal

I run from earth that's dry and mortal, I seek for embraces that's dear, You're born with sea foam and your portal is shut, you cannot hear me here. I seem to you so timid, really, or I am really timid so? I will be fluffy, white and silly, I will refuse black wings of woe. I beg you, Cypress, hear my calling among resentments and despair, Please, hear my cry of endless longing and stop it, if you really care.